Post by cerinthe on Jan 19, 2006 17:29:35 GMT -5
Torra walked outside shivering as the cold crawled its way through her thin winter clothing, she hadn't had enough marks to buy herself anything new this turn, and Kultar wouldn't dream of wasting marks on his useful, but ugly daughter. The morning sun was just beginning to show light in the mornings sky, though no golden rays were visible yet, which was why she carried a lantern.
Her breath was visible in the cold air, as she walked towards the barn around her was a world of blacks and grays it would still be some time before she would be able to see clearly without the lamp. Inside the Barn Torra made her way to the back stalls, animals lowed, neighed and bleated softly as she passed, Torra ignored them her attention on the next to last stall.
It was the accompanied by a herdbeast that was due to freshen (give birth) any day. A Soft lowing greeted her arrival as she checked on the expectant mother, but no baby was on the ground, and it didn't seem like the herdbeast was even having contractions. Torra sighed and leaned against the cow's stall. A good many things rested on that baby herdbeast, selling it would give Torra's family enough marks to buy knew clothing for the winter season, maybe even knew boots for some.
Though Torra doubted the marks would last that long, she had become used to waking up and finding Kultar gone with the family's marks. Leaving Torra, Galya and Larun to do the chores. Though it was usually just Galya and herself who did them. Kultar and Larun were never around to do anything. "No wonder Galya wants to runaway from this place..." Torra muttered to herself as she placed the lantern down on the ground and fetched hay for the animals. She might as well feed them now so she wouldn't have to do it in the morning....she already had enough chores to do without even thinking of the animals.
After she had watered the animals and took one last peek at the herdbeast, Torra made her way toward the house and back to her bedroom she shared with her sister Galya. Galya who would leave Torra on this retched piece of land, forcing Torra herself to runaway when the time came. Because if Torra didn't she was certain, that she was to become the bride to her father's 'friends' son, of whom her sister was supposed to be married to the next summer. Torra sighed sadly, too caught up in her own thoughts to hear the sound of hoofbeats on the road to Keroon Hold.....
Her breath was visible in the cold air, as she walked towards the barn around her was a world of blacks and grays it would still be some time before she would be able to see clearly without the lamp. Inside the Barn Torra made her way to the back stalls, animals lowed, neighed and bleated softly as she passed, Torra ignored them her attention on the next to last stall.
It was the accompanied by a herdbeast that was due to freshen (give birth) any day. A Soft lowing greeted her arrival as she checked on the expectant mother, but no baby was on the ground, and it didn't seem like the herdbeast was even having contractions. Torra sighed and leaned against the cow's stall. A good many things rested on that baby herdbeast, selling it would give Torra's family enough marks to buy knew clothing for the winter season, maybe even knew boots for some.
Though Torra doubted the marks would last that long, she had become used to waking up and finding Kultar gone with the family's marks. Leaving Torra, Galya and Larun to do the chores. Though it was usually just Galya and herself who did them. Kultar and Larun were never around to do anything. "No wonder Galya wants to runaway from this place..." Torra muttered to herself as she placed the lantern down on the ground and fetched hay for the animals. She might as well feed them now so she wouldn't have to do it in the morning....she already had enough chores to do without even thinking of the animals.
After she had watered the animals and took one last peek at the herdbeast, Torra made her way toward the house and back to her bedroom she shared with her sister Galya. Galya who would leave Torra on this retched piece of land, forcing Torra herself to runaway when the time came. Because if Torra didn't she was certain, that she was to become the bride to her father's 'friends' son, of whom her sister was supposed to be married to the next summer. Torra sighed sadly, too caught up in her own thoughts to hear the sound of hoofbeats on the road to Keroon Hold.....